The Bathrooms
Two of them (one up under the eaves, one down by the old plank door), both white-tiled, sunlit and entirely in keeping with the cottage.
Two of them (one up under the eaves, one down by the old plank door), both white-tiled, sunlit and entirely in keeping with the cottage.
The upstairs bathroom sits in the eaves, the ceiling sloping down to meet white tiles and a deep bath with a shower over it. Morning light comes in through a window with its own pine shutters, and the chrome taps are the old cross-head kind.
There's a pedestal basin beneath the sill, a little shaving mirror catching the light, and the trees outside to look at while you wash. It's a plain, honest sort of bathroom, and all the better for it.
Toiletries are laid out ready on the tiled edge of the bath — shampoo, conditioner and body wash, a wire rack for the soap, and the white tiles running up to meet the slope of the eaves.
Tucked behind a heavy pine plank door with a wrought-iron latch, the downstairs bathroom is the practical one: straight in from the garden, no need to trail through the cottage with muddy boots.
Beams cross the white ceiling, framed antique prints hang above the cistern, and the floor is laid in old terracotta tiles. A pedestal basin sits under a shuttered window, with white lime-washed walls and stripped pine in keeping with a house that has stood here since the 1700s. Towels, bath mats and a few good toiletries are laid out ready for you.
One of the framed prints downstairs: a hand-coloured Rowlandson cartoon in a gilt-lined frame, full of 18th-century mischief, the sort of thing to read twice while you're standing there.
Four bedrooms, sleeps seven, less than a mile from Soho Farmhouse. Check dates and book on Airbnb.